The truth about the vampires bite is that it goes deeper than just drawing bloodm I'd does, of course, but that's not the core of it, it's not even where they draw their power from. Those fangs leave a mark on your soul. When you are bitten, part of you is gone. Devpured by a rapacious creature that saw you as nothing but a meal with a nice cunt. And now that those fangs have been in you, you agree. All you can think of is being exploited and devoured. Wanting them to come finish what they started. Touching yourself in the dead of night hoping to see the silhouette at the window and that you'll never see the sunrise. Even feeling resentful that people in your life see you as more than a peice of meat, an easy conquest, a disposable whore. Because you know that's what you are now. And if you're really lucky, your drained corpse will look the part



















